For now." What kind of sex problems?" I press."Well, she thinks I'm cheating on her." Dad shrugs."Are you?" No!" he looks offended. He placed his hand... on my thigh, which is normally a fatherly gesture, but suddenly my pussy felt wet again. It was wrong, I knew it was, but I couldn't help it. I blushed a deep red and hoped he didn't notice. "It's just, trust is everything in a relationship, you know? And your mother doesn't trust me. So a seperation would be good for now."Unconsciously I leaned. This is it, I thought! Anyway, after a long chat, and several reassurances that she was the only one, she actually seemed ok that I had a cross dressing fetish. In fact she was saying that she loved my pictures and was a little jealous of how good she thought I looked. She wanted to be a part of it with me, she wanted to help me, pick outfits out for me. Unbelievable, she was not only accepting it, she was encouraging me to dress up. She said she couldn’t wait for the next time she was staying. He pounded my ass and filled it. He asked me, “Can you give me a hand to get drink from my room?” We went to his room to pick up some extra drink. When we got there he closed the door. “Your wife is hot but I enjoyed fucking you better. Let’s go to bed in here and leave them all to fuck your wife. I want to feel your cock up my ass,” he said. We got into bed and he began to suck me hard. I turned him over and slipped my cock up his ass. I fucked him for a good ten minutes before shooting my. “Neela, I will have to correctly inject this time. You better just loosen your skirt.” She did it immediately. Not only that she unzipped her skirt but also rolled down up to her thighs and laid again on bed. She took her T-shirt up to let her buttocks open with black panties. I turned on. She had never been so sexy before. She was not looking at me while I was observing her inner beauty. Her panty was covering her buttocks so I rolled down her panty also without hesitation because I thought.